Title: Stopping
Author: catsblackmagic
Warning: Self harm, food substance issues (bulimia, ect.), high ammounts of angst.
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Rating: M
Characters/Paring: Kurt/Blaine
Disclaimer: It'd be nice to own Glee. ^^ But I don't. :c
Summary: Kurt has a secret he doesn't care about, but won't talk to anyone. Except Blaine, of course.
Author's Note: I got this idea after reading 'Cut' by Katherine McCormick. Very good book. ^^'
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Walking down the crowded hallway, I'm not so sure about this idea anymore. There is no reassuring slip of metal in my pokcet like normal. This morning I could've snatched the other piece of file under the sink, but Blaine had made me give it up (along with my other 'sharps', as therapists and doctors call them). So now, here I am, trying to locate my locker without being noticed. At lunch I could find another slip of metal to calm me, or even in class under the desks. But it'd be difficult with Blaine watching me constantly. He's in a few of my classes, but at lunch and in the halls he is always there. Yet, as I put my books in my locker for lunch, I find he is not there. Oh, yeah. He has Ms. Somar for fifth period, and she always keeps her students a little late. I use this rare alone time to slip into the empty boys' restroom. I don't have to use the bathroom, but it's comforting to be alone again.
The heavy wooden door blocks out most of the noise from the hall, and a faulty spiggot is leaking, the droplets of water soothing and easy. I brace my hands on a sink, staring into the mirror. I'm breathing thickly, arms shaking. My hands are sweaty and I'm trembling now.
I can't help it.
I take the zipper of my Michael Kohrs jacket and drag it down my shaking arm. It leaves a deep, jagged line. I breathe slower, stop shaking as much. I'm still gasping for breath and trembling and attempting to calm myself when I find a small audience. Blaine is standing at the door, and from the look on his face I can tell he's been there this whole time, watching me. I'm not in the mood to deal with him right now. Looking down at my bleeding wrist, I grab paper towels and wrap the marred flesh in them. I pull my sleeve down over my arm, and slide past him.
Out in the hallway, it's silent. Everyone has left for their classes or lunch. There's the clang of that heavy, wooden door again. I start shaking as I feel Blaine's presence behind me, hear his slightly strangled, -almost recognozable- confused breathing. I feel the tears welling up in the crooks of my eyes. God dammit, do I always have to cry? Anger courses through me and I groan, stomping down the hall, turning swiftly, kicking a locker in rage. I ignore the pain in my foot and the way Blaine flinches and sighes.
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AN: This is pretty short. But, ah well. ^^